Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"Do you know where to find him? I can feel that she hasn't been used as a medicine guide. I'm going to save her! " Zhuoyu looked at Rongshen, his body trembling and his emotion was excited.

Rong Shen looked at him strangely for a while and said, "we have something to go to him. Let's go together."

Although the man stayed in the carriage at that time and didn't come out, Rong Shen didn't worry about how to find someone.

When she looks at Shen Qing, she takes another look at Gu Xuan and asks, "what are your plans?"

"I have nothing to do for the moment. I want to go with you." Shen Qing said to Chao Rongshen.

Gu Xuan pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I have something else to deal with."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Xuan leaned toward Shen Qing. She bent slightly and said, "young master, I'll go to see you when it's over."

"Go ahead." Shen Qingshi nodded to her.

After leaving the academy and arriving at the shore, Gu Xuan left with them.

"Are you going to keep her?" Looking at Gu Xuan's back, Rong Shen asks in a voice.

Shen Qingshi was also looking at the direction Gu Xuan left. When he heard Rong Shen's question, he took back his eyes and looked at Rong Shen, saying, "she and I are acquaintances."

"Oh?" Rong Shen picked his eyebrows and looked over him at the officers and soldiers running towards the beauty lake and said, "talk while you walk."

The three passed by a group of officers and soldiers.

"Wait!" The leader called out suddenly.

As soon as he stopped, the following officers and soldiers stopped.

"What's the matter, my lord?" Asked the nearest officer and soldier.

They suddenly received an order that something had happened to the academy and that they should rush there.

After all, those in the academy are all young ladies from many wealthy families in the city. If something happens, they can't bear the responsibility.

The general looked back at Rongshen's back, his brow tightly tightened. He didn't speak, but his expression changed constantly.

"My lord?" The people nearby could not help shouting at him.

"It's OK. Let's go to the Academy first." The general took a deep look at Rong Shen and ran to the boat waiting on the shore.

"I've seen a lot of ghosts coming and going in the yellow spring before I'm transformed." Shen Qing bowed his head slightly, laughed and said: "crying, smiling, painful, reluctant to live in the world Seeing too many faces, those faces are always forgotten at a glance... "

After all, he couldn't remember so many ghosts coming and going.

"They didn't stay. Even if they wanted to stay, they would be sent to the river by the ghost messenger. But one day, a monk came."

Man Zhu Sha Hua on the other side of the yellow spring is as gorgeous and bright red as blood. Among the ghosts walking towards the river of forgetting Sichuan, there are some differences today.

In the middle of the ghosts bustling towards the river, there is a space. In the center of the space is a monk in cassock.

The monk's cassock was red with blood, and he could not see the original color. His hands were bent on his chest, holding something carefully.

Behind him, the bloody footprints were shocking. For a moment, people could not distinguish the bloody footprints along the road from the swaying fire on the other side.

He seemed to come from hell, but he went to hell again.

And around him, there are those ghost messengers with high cultivation and not easy to send out.

Seeing that she had come to the river, Meng Po stopped cooking soup, looked up at him and said, "that's it, my Lord. It's not your place to go any further."